"Before the devil knows you're dead, may you be in heaven, my friend..."

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Micah's Lullaby

Baby "Micah" was well over a month premature. She doesn't have parents. She doesn't even have a name. The woman who bore her took one look at Micah's physical deformities and told the doctor that wasn't her baby. When she left the hospital, she left Micah behind. Please remember Micah and those like her. Who will fight for the children? Who will help those who cannot help themselves?

I wrote this for Micah. May she grow to laugh and sing.

Baby Micah lies alone in a hospital bedNo one to sing her lullabies or caress her tiny headAnd she has no idea of the things she'll faceShe got here much too early, but I hope God lets her stay

Baby Micah may never know her mom or dadBut I pray she'll have love more than anyone ever hadI wonder why some kids have it so hardMaybe she's an angel who fell down from the stars

Breathe, angel, breatheAnd you will see the morrowI'd give all I have to keep youFrom all pain and sorrow

Breathe, angel, breatheAnd you will be just fineThank you for reminding meLife's one breath at a time

Your poem stayed with me--was going to ask for updates but see that I have been beaten to it

Do realize how lucky I was. Could have been easily sent to live with foster families all my childhood if the agency hadn't deemed me easily adoptable--had almost no hair until I was a year old, but they could tell i would be blonde--and passed all the motor skill and other cognitive tests given a three month old

If the motor skill and other problems I did have later showed up then would have been a throw away

Too many babies are now. People only want white babies with no problems--and crack and stuff is in a baby's blood--types them even if they have no problems